A Memory From Our College Days

Yesterday I attended a college graduation ceremony. It is after all that time of the year. It was a four-hour drive there and the same back. On that long drive back late yesterday my husband and I started talking about our college days.

Many plans changed when I got pregnant when I was a senior in High School. Although that certainly didn't disappoint me or my husband it did complicate our lives. I was very pregnant when Graduated High school, but I did graduate.

He dropped out of college to work a job to support us. Of course, dropping out of school at that time meant a certain 2 years in the army. I think at least some of you remember the Draft. I had plans to enter college after graduation but instead I was soon a mom. Being a wife and mom was the best job in the world. The army and Vietnam complicated our lives. Yes, it was hard, but it didn't defeat us.

I guess this story actually starts three years later. He was out of the army and home from Vietnam. We had been married 4 years before we got to spend an anniversary together. He was working full time and started school at night at the "Jr College" close to home. He was going as much for the Government payment from the GI bill as anything.

I enrolled in the nursing program at the same school. I was 22, a mom and a housewife. I was older than most by a few years. Of course, I had to take all the support courses that seemed kind of stupid to be a nurse. Since most of the classes were filled with graduating high school kids, I had to take any available classes.

My psychology class was interesting, well sort of. I was the only female in a class with 9 "BOYS". Yes, I said boys, they seemed like immature jocks. They didn't seem to mind me being in the class. Although I did seem to be a distraction for them.

The professor was 35. He didn't exactly fit my mental image of a professor. He wasn't bad looking at all. I'm not sure why he suggested I sit close to the front, probably to protect me from the guys!

There was an assignment to give a demonstration on something no one else in the class could do. I thought about bringing my daughter to class, but I figured that was too easy. It actually was my husband's idea that made me settle on my plan. I guess he had watched me do it enough he thought I had it perfected. I could change my clothes in a public place and never expose sensitive skin.

He helped me pick the clothes I would wear and what to change into. I wore shorts and a button up blouse to class. Under those I had a matching blue bra and French cut panties. The panties were sort of like a string bikini bottom.

He helped me choose a dress. I'm not sure we called it a sundress back then but, it kind of was. It was light weight, fit loose, sleeveless and hit me in the middle of my thigh. Oh, and unless I forget it was white with blue dots. To wear under it I took along a matching black bra and French cut panties. That was my husband's idea. Looking back maybe that was a little over the top. I think he was way more into the idea than I was.

Of course, I had to have shoes, so I sorted through all the flip flops I owned and chose a pair that looked very much like all the others. It didn't matter it gave me that bare foot look I wanted for the presentation. There's just something about bare toes!

Naturally my husband insisted I "practice" my presentation. He unfortunately was forced to be my audience. So, the first run through went ok. We had to take a break before I tried a second run. He seemed to be overly excited and required special attention to cool off. After a few trial runs and a few more interruptions because he thought he needed sex, it was decided music would make it less boring for the class. I guess he didn't think the sex part was a good idea for the class!

The day of my presentation I suddenly had doubts about my/his idea. I was awake early and like most mornings we made love. Those morning sessions were not always toe curling or mind boggling but, it certainly was a great way to start the day.

I got out of bed and went to the shower. I shaved my legs and pits, and then touched up my red pubic hair. The warm water running over my body felt amazing, but I knew I had to get on with the day. I stepped out of the shower and quickly dried. I was having big time reservations about the planned presentation. My mind flashed, "Maybe I'll take my daughter after all! "

Standing in front of the full-length mirror on the back of the door I did a quick appraisal of what I had to work with. I had polished my fingernails and my husband volunteered to polish my toenails the night before. There's something he finds exciting about that job. Maybe it's because I am usually naked.

My red hair was wet and shoulder length. My blue eyes seemed to be staring back at me. I wished I had a darker tan, but my fair skin did have a golden cast from the summer sun. Maybe the few freckles made it seem darker. I opened a drawer and retrieved a cloth tape measure. 34-24-36.

"You have a big butt," I told myself as I quickly put the tape away.

I packed a bag with all my extra clothes. I took our cassette player and the cassette we had chosen. The song was, "Hang on Sloopy." I had danced and yes, stripped to that song before. We always sang the song as "Hang on Snoopy!" "Snoopy" was my husband's pet name for me for most of our lives. The song was his favorite for a long time.

I had this presentation down to a science. Practice makes perfect. My husband didn't seem to mind watching all the practice sessions. He did suggest I be a little more careful with the not showing skin part of the presentation.

The walk to class seemed longer than usual. I wasn't sure what I was worried about. I was never the shy modest girl next door type. Maybe I was even bit of a showoff!

First, I laid the dress out. I left the bra and panties in the bag. Just as I got the cassette player out the professor asked," This isn't going to get me fired, is it?'

I had already expected some panic from him, so I had come prepared. I said, "OH I almost forgot." I took a piece of paper out of the bag and casually walked to the door and taped it over that small window in it, then locked the door. "There that'll do it." I said as I went back to preparations for my presentation.

I started the music and started slowly moving to the music as I started to explain and demonstrate my talent. I took my shoes off first. Next, I took the dress and slid it over my head. Then I pulled my arms inside the dress and let the boys guess that I was unbuttoning the blouse, as I continued to dance slowly. When the blouse was open, I maneuvered my arms out of the blouse and pushed it down letting it fall around my feet. I gave it a kick out of my way and didn't miss a step dancing.

Next, were those shorts. My hands worked to unfasten them, and I pushed them down. It took a bit of a wiggle to get them around my feet. The wiggle seemed to excite a few of the boys. Ok maybe 9 of them!

I kind of gave the class an eye roll as I moved my hands to unfasten my bra. I slowly danced and turned a circle as I slipped that bra off my arms and out of the dress. I moved my right arm out of the arm hole and casually laid my bra on the professor's desk. I think my husband should have warned me that my headlights would be on full display. I was surprised at how attentive and quiet the class was being.

That left the panties. I pulled my arm back inside and danced as I slowly worked those panties down over my hips. I could feel they were visible just under the bottom of that dress. A few slow deliberate dance moves and they were around my ankles. I pulled one foot out of them and lifted them with the other. I laid them neatly by my bra on the professor's desk. I couldn't help but notice that there was a wet spot in the crouch. I could lie and say I was embarrassed but I don't lie so I won't!

Now it was time to dress again. I knew that "Snoopy" would end soon so I took my black panties out of my bag and lifted a foot sliding the panties over it. Then the other. It was a challenge to pull them into place. A couple of times I almost gave the "boys" and the professor a glimpse of my well-trimmed red bush. I could hear the guys take a deep breath as those black bikinis became very visible through the white dress. That left the bra. Just as the song stopped, I pulled my arms out of the dress and straitened my hair.

I took a bow as the class applauded. It seemed like maybe I had made most if not all uncomfortable as they were readjusting their pants. The professor dismissed the class as I started gathering all my extra clothes. It seemed all of my fellow classmates made it a point to thank me for my presentation. (I actually was thinking they should have paid me!) I never found my panties. I can't imagine what happened to them.

Just as I was about to leave the room the professor casually asked," would you go out with me some time?"

I'm married," was my answer.

He smiled and said, "That's ok I am too."

I didn't go out with him! But it did make me laugh! Oh, by the way I not only got an A but also seemed to be way more popular at school. Well with the boys anyway.

Ok so I know it was Tame, but it is a fun memory.